Chapter 276: Covering the sky with one hand, enlightenment (Part 2)
Clang, clang... clang.
After the twelve night bells rang, Guo Wusuan opened his eyes.
Darkness enters the eyes.
A hazy light shone in from the window, not moonlight, but the light of the night patrol in the palace.
The main hour had passed, and it was time for the front office to change defenses, which meant that more than half an hour had passed since Ning Yan stepped onto the eighth floor of the Huntian Tower.
If half an hour is used to meditate and practice, it only takes a blink of an eye, but if it is used to fight between life and death, a stick of incense is more than enough.
Yes, it's a life and death fight, at least that's what Guo Wusuan thinks.
Either win or die. With Zhang Roujia's temperament, he would never give the third answer.
It’s almost time——
Thinking of this, Guo Wusuan stepped off the futon and washed his face in front of the old bronze mirror in the room.
He remembered that he was not so particular when he was young, especially in the years when he first entered the Lian Shen Pass. He fought fiercely with the masters of the beams for several months without feeling tired. It was normal to eat in the wind and rain, and to be exposed to frost and dew.
But when he returned to Beijing and became the Supervisor, although he had fewer and fewer opportunities to fight with others, his energy was not as good as before. In recent years, he had even gotten into the habit of not washing up in the middle of the night.
I always feel depressed when I look at my face.
The cold water brushed against his face, slightly taking away the fatigue accumulated in recent days. Guo Wusuan raised his head. The face in the mirror was still fairy-like. There was no concern for the safety of his descendants in his eyes, but more of expectation.
Thicker.
The entire Bianjing city knew that Guo Wusuan, who was known as a great man, never misjudged anyone.
Don't make a mistake once.
After wiping his face, Guo Wusuan threw the face towel into the basin. The space in the room seemed to be disturbed by invisible forces, and there were also faint ripples. In a blink of an eye, he had returned to the eighth floor.
.
The scene here is very different from when he left.
The ceiling and surrounding walls were full of holes, the oil lamp was knocked over and the lamp oil was scattered everywhere, and little bits of residual fire were still burning stubbornly.
There is no doubt that a fierce battle broke out here, and the black and white floor tiles were plowed by some external force. However, what surprised Guo Wusuan was that there was some kind of residue on the floor tile fragments that he had never seen before.
Weird patterns.
Like a flower slowly blooming.
In the middle of the hall, Zhang Roujia was sitting alone on the ruins, staring at the palm of his hand, very focused.
Just as Guo Wusuan was about to speak, he suddenly noticed that fine lines appeared in the corners of Zhang Roujia's eyes.
You must know that when the two first met thirty years ago, Zhang Roujia looked like this now. Time passed by, but the years left no trace on his face.
This is also normal. A master like him who enters the Tao through martial arts is full of vitality and blood like thousands of rivers. Generally speaking, as long as his foundation is not damaged or his life span is not exhausted, he can always maintain his physical state at its peak.
But now, Zhang Roujia's lifespan is obviously not over yet, so there is only one possible reason...
Guo Wusuan couldn't help but feel a little sad.
That's good, so that he won't be the only one getting old.
"Where are the people?"
"gone."
Zhang Roujia greeted Guo Wusuan unintentionally, but still carefully studied the mark on the palm of his hand, looked at it again and again and rubbed it, but the smile on the corner of his mouth could not be suppressed, and he couldn't help but sigh: "You said that there is really something in this world that you are born to know.
A heavenly being?"
Guo Wusuan walked up to him, raised his hand and conjured a set of drinking utensils out of thin air. He sat across from Zhang Roujia on the floor, rolled up his sleeves and filled a glass for him: "You taught him all your sumo wrestling skills?
"
"Yes, you can learn quickly."
"Then how well did he comprehend the Seven Tribulations Finger?"
"Already forgotten."
"forget?"
Zhang Roujia raised his eyes and glanced at Guo Wusuan, grabbed the wine bottle and drank it all in one gulp. The strong wine flowed down his throat into his chest and abdomen, and turned into a surge of pride in his heart. His fair face turned red instantly, maybe he was overwhelmed.
The effect of the alcohol, or perhaps mixed emotions, made Zhang Roujia seem to have regained his breath after a while, he let out a wine belch, and spoke again.
"He realized something better."
After Zhang Roujia finished speaking, he shook the wine bottle at Guo Wusuan, signaling him to fill it up, and then said: "Fang Kejiyi's life has been bumpy, and coincides with the Seven Tribulations of Taoism. Naturally, practicing the Seven Tribulations means getting twice the result with half the effort. But he...he and Fang
Self-denial is different after all, and there is no need for him to walk the same path that Fang Keji has walked."
"What's more, his talents may be far beyond what you and I thought. With the new skills he has learned, he will be safe this time when he goes to Longmen Mountain. From now on..."
Guo Wusuan's movement stagnated, and he immediately put down the wine bottle.
"There will be no future, this is the last time."
"Huh? What did you say?"
"I have never approved of your behavior. This introduction is just to repay past kindness." Guo Wusuan said seriously: "I can pretend that I didn't see some things in the past, but if they cross the line, it will change.
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Zhang Roujia looked at him blankly, and after a long time, he gritted his teeth and said: "Okay! You are noble! You are great! But I am different from you. I was born in a lowly position, my parents died young, and I wandered around in the countryside when I was young. I am just a low-income person."
I owe it to the late Emperor who never abandoned me and raised me up in my humble beginnings to achieve the good fortune I have today! If you all don’t want to investigate, then I’ll investigate!”
Guo Wusuan frowned and said: "Stupid. Since you have your current status, why don't you cherish it?"
Hearing this, Zhang Roujia threw the cup and stood up. He smiled miserably and half-opened his arms, as if he wanted to show his worst side to this long-time friend: "For a disabled person like me, fame, fortune, wealth, and beautiful women are nothing to me.
What? The only thing I want is the truth, is this too much?!"
"The truth has been revealed ten years ago. Don't hold on to it any longer."
"Shut up! Prince Xuan died inexplicably before he could succeed to the throne, and the late Emperor died in the palace without waiting for an edict to pass on the throne. This mystery of the two dragons' funeral has trapped me and other veterans for ten years. Ten years!
There's not a day that goes by that I don't want to kill the real murderer, how can you let me let go!"
Zhang Roujia roared like crazy. When he talked about the depth of love, he couldn't help but cover his face with his sleeves and cry.
He was originally born handsome, but now he is crying blood and mourning, and it is even more difficult to tell whether he is male or female.
Guo Wusuan saw that the other party was so rude, his hand paused in the air for a moment, then he picked up a glass of wine and poured it on Zhang Roujia's face, sighing: "The noble minister is drunk, please rest early."
These words are clearly questioning the legitimacy of the Imperial Code. No matter how kind the Holy Emperor is, if word spreads, he will be beheaded.
Zhang Roujia no longer cared about so much, and licked the wine from his lips with a sneer, his uncertain face flickering in the firelight: "I have been pretending to be deaf and mute in this palace until now, just waiting.
An opportunity. If things don't work out, in the worst case, they will follow the late emperor and repay him with death. What's the need to fear?"
So stubborn...
Guo Wusuan shook his head, saying that there is no mutual agreement. He said everything he needed to say and paid back what he needed to pay. He stood up and left, leaving only Zhang Roujia still shouting behind him.
"On the day the late Emperor Zi Gong entered the mausoleum, you and I were both present. The coffin was clearly empty."
"Guo Wusuan! You know everything, but you choose to do nothing, you are a cowardless bastard! You are worse than a eunuch like me!"